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Description
Producer, Recordingarranger: Soundbreakers
Recordingarranger: back number
Background Vocalist, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Iyori Shimizu
Bassvocalist: Kazuya Kojima
Lyrics and translation
Original
The light blue flower petal yukata is the best in the world. I think it probably suits you.
I was able to invite you very well. The last day of the summer festival.
You, who melt cotton candy in your mouth, tell me that you want to be cotton candy. It's fun.
I just nod and can't think of anything clever to say.
I'm embarrassed because I'm not used to walking next to you.
What do you do when your thoughts overflow?
I wonder how caring Meek should be when we hold hands.
No matter how you look at it, your hands are soft.
How strongly should I hold onto it and what kind of face should I look at?
There's no deep meaning in the song you just hummed, or in the occasional eye contact. Sad though.
you make me laugh
Just because of that, I finally found a place in my heart.
It's noisy, painful, and frustrating.
What do you do when your thoughts overflow?
I wonder how caring Meek should be when we hold hands.
No matter how you look at it, your hands are soft.
With what strength should I hold onto it and with what kind of face should I look at it?
Fireworks will go off soon.
I stare intently at the profile of your face as if it's etched into my memory.
How can I convey this pain in my chest to you? It's not enough to just be next to me.
I've long since run out of topics that will grab your attention, and I already know what's left to say. What do you do when your thoughts overflow?
I wonder how caring Meek should be when we hold hands.
No matter how you look at it, your hands are soft.
How strongly should I hold onto it and what kind of face should I look at?
On the last day of the summer festival, as you melt cotton candy in your mouth, I say, ``I want to be cotton candy.'' It's fun.
English translation
The light blue flower petal yukata is the best in the world. I think it probably suits you.
I was able to invite you very well. The last day of the summer festival.
You, who melt cotton candy in your mouth, tell me that you want to be cotton candy. It's fun.
I just nod and can't think of anything clever to say.
I'm embarrassed because I'm not used to walking next to you.
What do you do when your thoughts overflow?
I wonder how caring Meek should be when we hold hands.
No matter how you look at it, your hands are soft.
How strongly should I hold onto it and what kind of face should I look at?
There's no deep meaning in the song you just hummed, or in the occasional eye contact. Sad though.
you make me laugh
Just because of that, I finally found a place in my heart.
It's noisy, painful, and frustrating.
What do you do when your thoughts overflow?
I wonder how caring Meek should be when we hold hands.
No matter how you look at it, your hands are soft.
With what strength should I hold onto it and with what kind of face should I look at it?
Fireworks will go off soon.
I stare intently at the profile of your face as if it's etched into my memory.
How can I convey this pain in my chest to you? It's not enough to just be next to me.
I've long since run out of topics that will grab your attention, and I already know what's left to say. What do you do when your thoughts overflow?
I wonder how caring Meek should be when we hold hands.
No matter how you look at it, your hands are soft.
How strongly should I hold onto it and what kind of face should I look at?
On the last day of the summer festival, as you melt cotton candy in your mouth, I say, ``I want to be cotton candy.'' It's fun.